A gigantic cock flopped out of the first ones' pants as he exclaimed, "Suck this, slut!" He pushed me down to my knees. I turned my head to try and resist but he pressed my face against his ebony cock. As he mashed my face into his member I could feel it getting harder. He forced it into my mouth and I began to suck.
The other was behind me. He repositioned my body so that I was on all fours exposing my ass and hot pussy through my panties. He yanked the panties down at the same that the throbbing cock in my mouth made me gag. The action forced my body to shake, making it look like I was wagging my ass at the man behind me. My backside felt so exposed and vulnerable as his fingers probed my holes. My head bobbed up and down on the cock in front of me as the other man's fingers pressed into my pussy causing my juices to flow involuntarily, making him believe I was ready for him to enter. A solid, thick, cock burst into my damp pussy, filling me deeply. I accidentally let out a deep moan. It felt so good that I couldn't hide my pleasure. My breathing increased and became heavy as I moved my ass to the rhythm of the cock inside me.
The man in my mouth pulled my hair back, hard, and his penis flopped out in front of me. I opened my eyes and saw him pumping the shaft wildly. Pulses of white cum gushed out of his cock. The bright white threads splattered into my hair and onto my face.
"Ahhh, take that bitch!" he said as he continued to pump oozing white juice onto my face, smearing it with his cock.
After a few minutes, the other man delivered a few more thunderous pumps deep into my pussy from behind and smacked my ass hard, releasing loads of cum inside.
The men pushed me aside and both left the house quickly and laughing.
I collapsed on the floor, naked and breathing hard
. What the hell just happened?
I wanted to lie there and cry but it was getting late, I had to get out of there before anyone awoke. I grabbed my robe and wiped up the cum on the wood floor. I ran up the stairs, sobbing, heading straight for the shower.
That was the final straw, no more! I need to put a stop to all of this. Maybe my oldest son can help control my youngest son.
I showered until all the hot water was gone. I felt so dirty. I was somehow aroused and angry at the same time, but it all needed to stop.
"...And that's everything, the entire story. That's how it all started. The camp when I saw you and heard you, your younger brother and the things we did together, the Internet cam, the group of boys, and now the black guys. Please help me! I'm so sorry…" I sat there in the chair looking up with teary eyes. "I will do anything you ask. Please help me get your brother under control and keep all his Internet friends out of the house before your dad finds out."
My oldest son looked down at me with concern as he stood there and said, "No problem mom, don't worry about it. I will take care of everything."
"Thank you, honey," I said as I took my oldest son's hand, kissing it and sobbing, pressing it to my face. I opened my eyes and looked up into his.
"I'm feel so ashamed," I cried feeling like the mom I was for a second. There was a long awkward silence. I could see his concern turning to lust as his mind continued thinking about the things I told him. The stories excited him and now he knew how I felt about seeing him back at camp and how willing and wild I had become. We looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity, both of us trying to figure what to do next.
Most of the morning was gone by now and I almost got up to leave the room, but something held me in that seat. I kissed his hand again letting my lips linger on his fingertips a bit longer than a mom should. I sat there in front of the amazing young cock that started all of this. I couldn't help myself but my eyes were glued on his crotch as I continued to kiss his fingers. I knew he was watching my eyes the entire time. Suddenly, my whorish desires got the better of me. I looked back into his eyes as I slid the top of his fingers into my mouth. I felt like the biggest slut in the world but it didn't matter at that point, he knew what I wanted as my tongue darted over his fingertips.
The bulge in his sweatpants grew and twitched. I looked up at him again and saw lust in his eyes. I watched as his eyes moved from my lips to my breasts, trying to see down my robe. I stopped sucking his fingers to smile at him. I reached my hand out to touch the bulge lightly with the tip of my finger and to trace his bulge over his sweatpants.
"Anything," I repeated, softly. "I'd do anything…"
The shaft of his cock became more obvious as I continued to lightly trace the outline. My fingers pressed harder as I felt the mass thicken. I looked into his eyes again as I gently rubbed his cock through his pants with my finger and thumb. The mass began to get harder and turned into a curved pipe trailing down his left thigh.
I was totally fascinated by the size. I cupped my hand around the shaft at the widest point. It was so much bigger than any I had before, including the black men that had me this morning. The lust has been there since camp but now it was really going to happen, I finally was going to sample his wonderful gift.
I reached both hands up, curling my fingers into his waistband. I pulled down on the sweats, slowly exposing his tantalizing member surrounded by a forest of pubic hair coming to attention after a wave of air hit them.
A mom should not act like this
, flashed into my mind. The thought went away quickly. Little by little, inch by inch, I pulled his pants down. I was so turned on by now I was practically teasing myself.
